when my head hits the rift pillow

I’ve missed this kind of late night, who-cares-if-I’m-not-so-efficient-I’ve-got-all-night-to-finish paper writing binge. I’m going to hate myself in the morning, of course, but for now I’m in comfortable possession of a computer, a big bottle of coke, and a bag of candy sugary goodness, and even though the back of my mind is running constantly with tectonics and seismicity all the little gaps between sentences, the interstitials of heat flows and viscoelastic models, are incontestably mine. Between paragraphs I am free.

Now I remember why I procrastinate. Plus, while I’m avoiding the next bit of explaining, I find things like this.